emerging visions

moving from the visionary's imagination into view that all of us may learn to see further

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Gifting Gaea EV22

(c) Julia Still "I Hold These Pearls Close to My Heart"

From Days of Stone

by Teresa Hawkes

What child army at playin backyards everywherehas not builtcrude approximationsof Stone Circles,those remnantsof the childhoodof our civilization,when every shape of Nature bore the heavy weightof divine significancearising from the unknownto mold our fears,our dreams,our intellects?These were the first shapeswe imposed on our world,separating usirrevocably from what Ithad always imposed on us,from which the storied halls of Greece,Rome,Moscow,London,Paris,New Yorkall eventually grew.We have forgottenwho we were then—subtle, fanciful children,seeking transcendenceof death,hunger,fear,tentatively giving shape to the unknownthrough stories,rituals,laws.Nowadays we imagine sorcererspossessed of mystical powersstrode the earth way back thencasting stones here and thereby means and methodsthe magicians alive today,who send rockets to Marsand people to the Moon,will never comprehend,but that just goes to showhow fancifully childlikewe still can be,failing as we often do to noticewe have made our ancestors’most fantastic aspirationsreal—driven away cold, hunger,the dark of night,set our minds to unravelingNature’s deepest secrets,set our sights even uponunderstanding our own natures well enoughto bring aboutuniversal peace.In honor of all this,go.

Stand by the ancient stonesat midnighton the day of your choice.Look up into the skytoward the plains of Marswhere tokens we have placednow standto which our descendantswill someday returnfrom journeys we can only begin to imagine,passionately pursuing,wherever they will,knowledgeof the Universeand Its infinite, subtle workings,having forgottenas much about usas we have forgotten about thosewho lie beneath usin the green Earth,silentamong the Ages.

c. 2009 TDHawkes

(c) Paul Bond "Sanctuary"

Gaia’s Prayer

Sandy Vrooman

circlesswirling wordsand winds dancingaround round starsand the redwood seessending out shootsin a circleswirling aroundthe mother treeher demise feedsthe next generationas she takes nothingonly givingof herselfin circlesthose that can seerealize there are circlesof circleswherever we lookand we take carenot to break these chainsleaving all nownot takingnot usingmore than we needleaving what is leftfor the futureblessed be

When you look at yourself in a mirror, what do you see? Is there just one layer to your being or do you have multiple rings like a tree? This is an introspection to delve beneath your waves endeavouring to unveil the true degree to your depths. Each of us in relation to a rainbow can exhibit a multitude of hues. Our physical exterior represents our shell or infrastructure while we are here during this revolution. Each circle counts as one life in an evolutionary process. Every thought, dream and experience is embedded within these lines of a flowing mosaic. We may not have a clear recollection of each day, but chambers in our sub-conscious field retain them succinctly as if each one happened just yesterday. One example is that most have had feelings of déjà vu -- when you come upon a place for the first time only to realize that you have such a strong sense of familiarity that you know it like the back of your hand. Other times you may actually have that eye staring state of a daydream. Friends wave their hands in our face or snap their fingers in order to wake us up. What in actuality occurs is that we have travelled far beyond our current domain to vicinities that hold the keys to open doors to a higher clairvoyance.

For many this may sound farfetched and be a huge leap of faith, but there’s far more to us than what meets the eye. There is a connectedness between humans and all other forms of life. The definition encapsulates the micro to the macro, from a neutrino to a blue whale, from physical to spiritual to ethereal. This requires an open mind that can perceive the possibilities and potential of a universe without fences. Each of us is an individual with our own unique set of ideas and corresponding belief system. Some people are more in tune with an inner chord that speaks to them in a melody of rhythms. It’s an almost between the lines sound, but one that is characterized by these soft, nudging wavelengths. Ones that gently lead us by an ebb and flow into an empowered vision. For it is true that to comprehend others, one must first understand themselves. To be in touch with oneself in an unobstructed view which reveals each strata in a defined and perceived lineage. This means the nerve endings reach deep down into our roots evoking responses from a reservoir of elucidating prisms.(c) Erial Ali "Lumia Gift Temple final"Once you are at this transcendental point your story can begin to be told in its entirety. A continuity from your inception to the current contour evolves from a faint sketch to a detailed articulation. With this interaction comes a strengthening pulse. This provides the impetus for the creation of a bonding sage that permits one to become a savant about their own ascension. With this awareness in hand, steps can be retraced to enhance a kinship within oneself. A reflection of images develops a lasting impression which leaves its indelible mark upon our persona. A loneliness or emptiness is replaced by a sense of completeness in regards to making a person no longer feel like a stranger in their own land. A group of once asymmetrical angles becomes a single, cohesive, synchronistic window pane of coherent transparency. This then promotes a series of unifying stages to form a complementing latitude of illuminating insight.

(c) Jude Cowell "Fairies Visit Goldfish Pond"

Now as you gaze upon your waters these shimmers intertwine. A star begins to appear which you recognize as your own. The coming of this dawn upon your horizon represents a shift to a higher degree in sparkling revelations. It’s like pushing through that opening during the birthing process which allows you to re-acquaint yourself with your inner being. How humbling it is to find that silver lining which contains all of the threads from those cumulative walks. The passages converge upon one line in an array of enlightening premonitions. This simultaneous synthesis entails a collaboration to reach fulfillment within one’s entity. A oneness is present that gives rise to an explanation about your now seamless lengths. One merges into another in an infinite alignment of telling embers. A warmth finds its way to your surface and in so doing you feel comforted by a knowingness.

Now that you have grasped the beauty of your own picture you place yourself within the backdrop of an eclipsing moon. You acknowledge a greater presence as an appreciation again expands your peripheral acuity. You cherish each day and moment as your inhalations fill you with a calmness. As you walk, you do so with a competence and confidence. As your hand passes down your opposite arm you sense a tingling motion like keys being pressed on a piano. Then an invigorating breeze combines with an accentuating influence from a meandering cloud. The raindrops shower you with an effervescence that elevates you to your next plateau unveiling life’s intricate design. As you enter this valley you observe lines on its surface which non-coincidentally match the marks on your palms. As you place your hands into the earth an ancient mantra is heard climbing upon the wings of an endowing mystical eagle.

I early morning breeze love youwafting through each pore of life stirringleaves, launching chaos butterflies.Flowing river runs not through itit is the river – not any river –constant, wide, undammed, always free.

In 1969, the year of the Moon-Walk and the smash-hit "Aquarius" from the musical Hair, Ireceived a profound dream vision, remarkable in clarity and detail, of a precious moment of collective happiness and fulfillment showcased on national television [well-scripted, with orchestral music intro], to present a remarkable global eco-living project - including collective voyaging aboard a large white oceangoing tallship schooner, plus state-of-the-heart residence in 6 land-based holistic eco-cities, each designed for harmony-generation via a unique circular Zodiacal landscape pattern.

Accepting this vision, I spent years in research, residing in foreign lands. Living frugally, I juggled minimal resources, made continual conceptual re-fits [ie. naming the project G.L.O.B.E. in the 1970s, and GlobalCP in the 1980s], and won tight budget-battles, to shape the goals defined. In Toronto, I ran a niche bookshop for 1-1/2 years. I then wintered in Glastonbury; spent Spring at Findhorn, Scotland; and summer at Bath. In Australia, I almost launched a specialist magazine in Sydney, but was pre-empted by a skilled rival.

In 1977, I created a 3-day World Environment Day Festival in Brisbane's K. George Square. Later, in North America, I volunteered at L.A.'s World Symposium on Humanity, and also at Toronto's 1st Global Conference on the Future - and sat on an Energy panel with Bill Mollison [Founder of Permaculture]. I also resumed formal studies, gaining 2 grants from the Royal Society of Arts, London. And so it went - Victoria, Vancouver, Sydney ... I consciously sought out many people, and chance-met many others, in the most unexpected ways. Despite setbacks, a fabulous expert team, with extraordinary, positive mindsets and eco-city building skills is forming. This is the basic outline:

TALLSHIP for EARTH CARE Sail Training & Marine Studies --

All are invited to join our exciting project -- to form a Foundation, to fund an oceangoing Tallship training-vessel, a floating a/v communications centre, to teach at sea with public seminars, workshops, exhibitions, and multi-media programs in ports around the world, to showcase the holistic lifestyle for planetary transformation, including Earth Care, rapid reforestation of mangroves, inter-species natural habitat land-sea communication, plus dive eco-tours, and undersea archaeology.

Together the mini-city vessel, plus eco-tours, and studies groups, will research-develop the unique urban designs of 6 circular international eco-cities.

The special design of each circular city will be undertaken by a mixed team of cosmologists, landscape planners and regional and town planners. Here are some details:

ANCIENT FUTURES: Potential Role of the Heavens and of Geometry in 21st C. City design. Extraordinary details of complex ancient systems of Earth's Town & Country Planning order and Social Management are being rapidly disclosed by excited and amazed researchers, as recent published studies of the ancient role of Geometry and giant Landscape Effigies in existing International Urban and Regional Landscape Designs and Planning affirm. A galaxy of remarkable texts must be evaluated, and discussions presented, to develop ideal goals for future "as above so below" City-Rural habitats and Land Usage.

(c) Julia Still "In Recognition"

We must first understand and attest to the highest levels of Lifestyle Systems attributes which engaged past civilizations, to avoid manifesting 21st C. Cities at below-par to past human-harmonics elevated standards. We have thus an ongoing interest and duty in understanding how Earth's amazingly complex past knowledge of Urban & Regional Planning evolved and why, each City's in-most idea and purpose. What may have been altered, why and when, what systems lost, what recoverable, what is the potential ongoing significance for all civilized cultures on this planet of revising and upgrading their Earth Systems accordingly? Thus we have created the research and study discussion group: EarthZodiacsResearch · Terrestrial Cosmological Art & Artefacts.

This group's introduction commences: "Welcome. Our goal is to advance wisdom, as we explore Earth Zodiac Lands, their heaven-on-Earth, Holy Grail-Avalon themes, Ancient Mysteries, dragon-leys, and such, around the world. We will form a foundation to co-create a lasting record of interest to researchers of inspired and ethical high cultures." ...

Mel Erskine-Richmond

(c) Doly Garcia "Harp"

(c) Sara Deutsch "Imaginaria"

NOW!!!!

Before there was a before(There wasn't even a then)Something from nothingThe time to begin.

From smaller than a pin prick,Heavier than every black hole,The universe suddenly WASFlying out, without control.

Matter suddenly wasBut so anti-matter, too,Meeting and annihilating(Billions of times a second)Perhaps the universe was through!

skyscrapers pierce the heavenson high. i sigh. sigh.gargantuan structures obscure the vast landscapethat used to be a forest,that used to be a glade,that used to be a desert,that used to be a mountain; a hill. all seems still.the acid rain pours ferociouslyas engines weep, picking up velocity, screaming & screechingand people run like zombies; in haste, we scrambleto partake of our serving of the daily grind. bitter. acrid. rancid. unpleasant.

(c) Jackie Edwards "Joplin's Rose"

you don’t see me. nor they, you.drops of rain obscure our reflections in the glass. we pass. judgement.in the darkness, we gropemake way. make way.

where does this path lead to?we end life so we can createwe destroy in order to flourishwe have laughed at what we should have wept for. ought to have wept for.we are blind and we know itwe blind ourselves some morethe path leads back to you. me. us.the life we obliterate is our own.

we chase dreamsfantasies where each one is king or queenof the world…… the earth we have ruined.lifeless. barren. empty.the path leads back to you. me. us.the life we obliterate is our own.

yet we hope. i hope. must hope.let your eyes hover... see what is leftfor us to build on. now.

i must learn to love myselfit is the only wayi can love you. all of you.

love yourself. so you can love me.

i am on a journey; reflecting onthe path that leads back to you. me. us.the life we create is our own.

there is still life to celebrate after allbeyondthe broken sunsets. dismal rain.

(c) Leland Auslender "Ice Goddess"

Solitaire 373v16

This early blizzard we all expected —down on dizzy shops and the tourist lake.The mountains are fading — Langdales, Crinkle Crags,tamed by a name and spot-height on the map.Climbers come here to buy special gear.

In this empty house, solitaire on the piano.(Somewhat shamed by a sly idea:power of Being, if someone else should overhear.)

To look up now from this granite village:up there, rocky knolls, granite scars, quartz.Down here on the valley floor a few cows still.Familiar hills too easily estranged.

Breezy this morning, up on our local hill.Looking down to Pitstone's vacant ponds—dark glass, and implicate a passing sky.Something not understood expected there...

Necessary order, imposed.Still, between this book and the far viewfrom this bench in an untidy yard,I'm sure of my garden fence, neighbour houses.

A determined bee hums by, following instructions.I share it's flight-path, that is all.But a qualm, as if some loose echoblurts in my inner ear.

copyright Gerald Solomon

(c) Renata Ratajczyk"Magic Stream 1"

oOo

(c) Jude Cowell "Spooky Dream Forest"

Agrarian Age

In Spring we speak of seedsbundled possibilitiesforeseeing market days hale and fairsucculent fruit, trilling herbs,vitalizing veggiesand all the spicey chatter of conviviality

First there was the seedplowed under to taste Earth,swell with water,burst into fecund brew buildingcells of chlorophyll to catch the fire,symbiotically breathe, exchangingdeath for life

Sacred seedclothed in mystic ceremoniesdeeply deified in chthonic memoryWe carry the seed of our fathers,the tears of our mothers,the hopes and fears of our priests and lords,over rocky terrain, in hidden caves throughice and flood and slavering predation,never doubting nobility of destinyOn appointed days, carefully watching solar/lunaralignments,our assigned labor commences. Busy as anybird or bee, we commit seed to chosen groundwith all the love we can commandThen, off to bacchanalia, reveling in a grand schemepromising sustenance, renewed strength, plans,romances, unnumbered chances for prideand glory

Thus goes the story we retell in lullaby,in schoolyard intimacies and scholarly lies,puffing up our little share of knowledge, magicalprotection from overwhelming vastnessof mystery, shades of colors without name

Unclear on the protocol of shame, unwilling to admitto ignorance that might unsettle carefully laidhierarchies, unloose gates inviting chaos or worse,we gather of our fruit for sacrifice to gods of greed and vice,gleefully watch the rending of they who are not me

"I, too wise for such ill use, repeatedly provenin my abuse of these ill-named foes I refuse to admitas kin -- sinners, Lord. Surely I'll not be taken in,not take them in. Not share the bounty of your seed,given to the chosen."

Even in these days of polluted soil, of toildemoted to laughable commodity,idly watching waste stream into murky rivers,enjoying occasional feasts of vicarious blood,throwing the unsanctified into the raging flood,desperately trying to stem an unquenchable tide,while hiding any glimpse of remorse lest shadowpresage disasterFolly of fake nobility --eating both fruit and seed, rather than part withcomfort of fantasy

Laurie Corzett/libramoon

Artwork Subject to Copyright (c) Jhana Bowen "Tantra and the Art of Man"

SPRING SHADOWS

Spring shadowsyou at every memorablelandscapeand like a poetreturns to accompanyits carnivorous lilacswith its sweep of wind

even in dream seasonsover white mountainsin horozontal flightswhen green is absentor on wounded hourssilencing sycamoresbelow the earth,she is only hidingon grasslandsearching for metaphors.

Twenty years between us my love, twenty yearsAnd twenty prayers a day I spoke to our Father.He answered with a letter and a thousand virgins.Now I know a bath in their blood is better than betrayal.Let the flies sing my litany and Libitina be my Saint;She alone baptized me with the spells of the wickedAnd I rose from the muddy water to fertileThe garden of beasts and beauties.

I want what the body wants; what the soilFed us in the beginning. From the dirt to the flesh,And to the blood and back, the Ladies of the LimbsAre sacrificed to the service of my Vestal Virgin.Now we will be sisters in eternity and LilithShall rapture us unto the gates of fire.

Twenty years between us my love, twenty yearsAnd twenty ways shall I purify and penetrate youWith Holy Hands and the sins of a Serpent.Your love became daggers and now they are kin, becauseThe Prophet was wrong and the Fallen are good.Those screams from hell are the moans of pleasureAs we revel in the vengeance to come.

Though the stones may cover me now and the lightWill torture my eyes with absence, remember my loveThe twenty years between us as the sistersOf the Vestal Virgin ignite you with eternal kisses.

copyright John-Arthur Ingram

(c) Craig Blair "Plasma"

Sonnet Quintad--To Earth, My Love

by

Robert David Michael (Cerello)

c. RDM(C) 2012

False minds, false concepts, false priorities--

Isn't it quite enough that foolish minds

Now strike the sane each day with rods of crime

And then hold inquest, seeking how to find

Some way to shift dire punishment's keen edge

Upon the guiltless also? Judges' work,

Critics' strong charge, evaluators' help

Or barring of each man--it's these at first

And these at last slaves lack...All else, concrete,

Extends, makes clear or proves the bad or good

In founders' science. Our lives we complete

As citizens; yet visionaries drew

Our rules of action. Science (at base) goes flawed;

Hope flags, Reform's denied, Virtue's not strong...

Scenes that lack for beauty (thus) never please.

Beauty is foresight execution, form,

Blueprint and act. Beauty is summer's storm,

Its lightning effect; it is the pow'r of breeze,

Of tempest, rain and snow-clear clarity.

It is the scent of wonder known in the mind

Which hastes to do strong deeds. Beauty is wine,

A glad libation drunk by the festal, free,

Untrammeled mind. Formality must read

(Soon or late) paeans penned in Beauty's praise.

Passing through noisy battles of their days,

Victors' demand for certitude must be fed.

Beauty's the goddess of all things which are,

All pillared mights. It cannot please the mind

To omit Her praise sung by some glorious bard...

So to the Earth, we her strong sons speak love;

Our daughters busy hands and hearts with this--

Respect and honor... If we deny or miss

Or hoard respect, all acts which then are done,

All executions lack an inward core

Of potent realism. Each day's length

Then turns mere burden to our human strength,

A sullying of Nature. Gaia has stored

Rich basis for our future, our delight,

Our joi de vivre; but those who grasp for power

Must be responsibles. He wastes his hours

Who lays space-time to waste; he brings down Night

Who shuns the light of Reason, Gaia's theme:

"Morality's what works long-term on Earth".

Her banner? Synonym for "what is real".

Now we've two worlds--ours--Gaia's--and too theirs.

Reconciliation? This cannot be.

Their way must be suppressed, exposed, stamped--these--

Exterminated as one would end sparks, flares,

Some fire that can eventually burn down

The longhouse, the White House, all the works of men.

We can't have fanatical anti-thisworlders bent

On false ideas such as unitary tsars (crowned)

Infallible CEOs, heaven on Earth

Dominion irresponsibile (pragmatic cults),

Or fantasy arguments of Platonic flaws

In men and science. Moral ethics (stern)

Disqualify those pretenders' arguments.

Overt philosophical proofs and truth--

Clear realistic concepts--must defeat lies and them.

Mention their names not, not ever-- Truth rejects

Fanatic ideas. Yes, disempower we must

All pseudo-libertarians. We can't as nation build much

Using minds mad for bricks and mortar. Such lack

In their syrupy gush about altruism or worse

Aimed toward the "least, poorest, neediest";

Then we can't turn to statists who at best

Are concrete bound thugs of faith or weapons. The Earth

Needs our moral stance, rights of selves, clean thought

As the one measure of constitutional rights.

Sans categories, no science is--dulled minds

Must soon fall prey to irrational arguments,

Mystic-tyrannous tribal pretensions (then).

A society of realists--Gaia's seed:

We must plant reform now in the minds of men!

We must be one with Gaia, never oppose

Nor seek to ride roughshod over her strong works.

Each dawn her wisdom's seen, her birds' songs heard,

Her storms and zephyrs felt. It is to those--

Her simplest benisons granted to honest minds

Who invest hours of gratitude in her wealths

And build up on her foundation as honest selves

That my mind speaks now. The country of the blind

Not only breeds danger to the sighted man

But to its closed-minded tyrants and mob, who stand

In peril of missing purpose, whose unjust stance

Accuses repair, reform and skillful hands

Who'd bring the Future forward, the long-result,

The faultless ideas whose love is for matter, Life,

Time and potential--Gaia's vision lived full...

Now, we will conquer Time--at least to use

By men not absurd (postmodernist), not insane.

Yes, primitive rockets shall roar and spout gold flame--

And by this pillar of fire, Terrans will loose

The bonds of prison Earth...In Ages to come--

In shining starships--they shall make cities gleam

Aloft in night, 'round suns; on worlds they'll breed

The species of future triumphs, raise cities and homes,

Learn lessons of planets and systems scarcely dreamed.

This Diaspora, this Galactic Noon,

This Day of Galactic Man, this search for room

In which to delve Space-time's strange truths and heed

(At last) the call to heroism's strife

Against all phyla of flaw, injustice, and pain--

This is Gaia's batlle, her Way, called LIFE!

(c) Julia Still "Adoration of Mother"

Climate Change

Steady chilly rain of
irritations, build into pools of
rage, a sea of tears.
Paddling, that old canoe splinters through.
Dreary, filthy floodwater, always needs bailing.
I am sore with life,
bruised, blood-stained, a sorry sight.
I cry out to Gaea's strength, brutal acceptance.
My body aches to mend in healing
bend and release,
graceful hypnotic
dance, deeply breathing puissant sea air.
Expanding horizons beckon. Waves of welcome
extend hand to hand,
beyond gravity, above
bountiful sea. Feel the moonlight,
gently embrace, then,
twirl me grandly into cosmic glee.
Exhilaration, peace beyond compassion,
beyond evidence of empty space between.
Ebb and flow. Drought and tsunami.
Guiding beacon, or oncoming train.
The underworld is flooded, rotting
stench escalates to outrage.
We on the surface busily scramble
to survive. In this torrent of madness
floats keys to magical caverns beneath the sea.
It is a fine era for purveyors of diving gear
and we with will to learn
new methods of breathing.

All of the work (and believe me, it is work) presented here is the property of the individual artists. All of their rights are reserved. So, no lifting without permission. Contact information can probably be found on the contributors' pages. If not, check with me to contact anyone whose work you wish to use: libramoon42@mindspring.com

Julia Still

All my works are in mixed media and traditionally executed with a pair of lucky scissors, glue and heavy books of all kinds for pressing. Any computer effects are only to correct wrinkles in paper, reflections in scanning and unforeseen "bloops". Since I am recovering from brain surgery, my eyes do not tolerate the computer for long. I consider my artwork as a tremendous gift from my imagination, my body and the Divine. It is steeped in symbols, archetypes and what treasures are to be unearthed from my unconscious. It is my language because images come to me more naturally than words. I create my images hopefully to contribute not only to my healing but to anyone who may need it, and that includes this home of ours called Earth. I pray that each and everyone's individual journey is blessed and guided by the stars and that this planet is surrounded by love and care.

For the first image, "I Hold These Pearls Close to My Heart," I want to acknowledge the prime inspiration and creation of Sophie Anderson, who created the fairy at the turn of the century. It has become so iconic; and I believe she deserves much recognition and my gratitude.

Inspired by a fellow artist, W. Bradley Elsberry, who created a dress made from eucalyptus bark. His creation sparked an idea that became this painting. The woman serves as respite to the birds flying in mid-ocean. All of us have some place or person that serves as our personal sanctuary. It may be a lover, a child or a parent, home, God, or a combination of all of these. It is a place where we know we are safe to be our true selves without fear of judgement. And in that safety we are free to grow and flower. For me this painting also relates - as many of my works do - to the relationship with my wife, who magically appeared as my personal island of sanctuary during a particularly heavy open-ocean crossing.

has been writing for a long time. Her first published work was in the National Anthology of High School Poetry. Then she won a hair dryer in the Woman's Day Beautiful Words Contest. After a hiatus including college, marriage(s) and a child, she found her voice again. She has short stories and poems published in Doorknobs and Bodypaint, Riverbabble, Canadian Zen Haiku, Juice, Autumn Leaves, Dances with words, 40 Plus, Poets Against the War, Moonset, World Haiku Review, and Atlas Poetica.

She is currently teaching art to kids through a city funded enrichment program and working on her book (isn't everyone?) She also writes as Kitsune Miko, a heian period Japanese courtesan, and Krystall Knobbs a wanna be Las Vegas show girl.

is an eccentric 14-year-old from South Jersey. She enjoys science, writing, art and music. She hopes to someday become a astrophysicist, glassblower, or poet, but mostly she just wants to spend the rest of her life learning more. Thanks for reading her poem.

I am from Canada. I am a Reiki master teacher and as such my writing has an esoteric, spiritual accent to its influence. I have been published in books such as White Mountain Publications, in several magazines such as Articulations, The Tower Journal and The Canadian Federation Of Poetry; in online sources such as www.artistsforabetterworld.org , Decanto Magazine, Fashion For Collapse, Awaken Consciousness Magazine, Earthborne Magazine, Michael Solender's site at The Not, and in many blog talk radio spoken word programs such as Shaman's Hand and Poetry Super Highway. My address isxelanire@hotmail.com. I believe an inner consciousness creates a soul from which to see new shades of light. You can view my reiki information atwww.jadeyogastudio.com

Planetess Lumia Tierra offers the two ingredients necessary to an Awakening World. The Biomorphic Fractal and the Crystal Soliton .:::.

One resonates with the earth and ground, the other with the electrical fields surrounding and penetrating everything in existence.

All is one within the duality of life.

We are Bio-Electric Batteries in a Sea of Love:::- Book of Illumination by Erial Ali

Jude Cowell

Lifelong artist and Georgia native Jude Cowell creates both visionary and botannical illustrations in oil and watercolor pencil on paper.

Her online art galleries include: Cosmic Lilith Art, Cosmic Persona Designs, Dreamyfish Art, Sepia Art Theater, and Two Hours You'll Never Get Back (all on Blogspot). Plus, you are cordially invited to browse the Jude Cowell Art Shop at zazzle.com/cowelljudeif and as you wish! Jude also blogs on Politics through the lens of Astrology with a common good p.o.v. at Stars Over Washington and Jude's Threshold.Visit:www.starsoverwashington.com/and www.judecowell.wordpress.com/

'Fairies Visit Goldfish Pond' is from my children's book, 'Pattillo Armadillo and the Dream of Green'. Here's the link to my Gather story about it, 'Pattillo Armadillo: A Dummybook's Tale'

born in Peterborough, Ontario, raised and spent most of her life in South Africa. She has travelled extensively throughout Africa on business, as a journalist and always a poet. Lived in Cambodia for two years where she built a children’s home and school, and since 2009 has been travelling the world attempting to make sense of it through words.

Renata Ratajczyk

is a Photographer and Visionary Artist who specializes in creating Spiritual Visionary portraits as well as in inspirational fantasy landscapes reflecting her deep connections with nature. Her background in Cultural Anthropology (Master’s degree), as well as an interest in spirituality and mythology, bring valuable insights and a unique style to her art.

Her profound sensitivity to beauty, the mysteries and spirits of nature, other ethereal worlds, and her connection with the ancient past is also clearly visible in her work.

Many of Renata’s artworks and photographs were internationally published (books, magazines, music CD covers, greeting cards, calendars, advertising) and exhibited.

She hopes her artwork will inspire you and bring more beauty and spiritual awareness to the world. Also, that it will help in manifesting a new, much more peaceful, happy and respectful reality for all creations and the Earth.

My interest in photography started at the age of six, when my father began to entrust me with carrying the family camera on trips, explaining that it was a very valuable object that "cost more than yourself". Because it was so delicate and expensive, I wasn't allowed to take any photos. I don't think anyone has ever come up with a better method to give a child a burning interest in photography.

I started to take photos with my mind very young. As soon as I had a little money in my early teens, one of my first buys was a cheap film camera. I soon discovered the limitations of film, especially when it came to rendering colour accurately. When digital cameras arrived, I was a quick convert. What I loved especially was that digital images offered an easy way into post-production. Since I had learned the hard way that photography doesn't reproduce accurately what we see in many ways, I changed my goal from trying to portray reality to trying to portray the impression a scene first gave me. That often meant transforming the picture until it couldn't be called a photograph any more, and it was rather digital art.

For years I did pictures for my own enjoyment only. My friends kept telling me that they loved the pictures on the calendar in my kitchen, and I was happy to simply gloat a little in front of them. When something of interest happened around town, sometimes I sent the pictures to the local paper, if I felt like it. Then, one day one of my pics made it to the front page, and a surprising number of people tracked me down on the web asking me for print copies. My friends made a chorus of "I told you so!" and convinced me to put a gallery up where anyone could get my pics if they wanted them. And here it is:

I am a multimedia artist, Creative Arts Therapist and teacher who explores "cyberalchemy", the computer as a tool for transformation. My journey led me into many worlds. I trekked alone in the Himalayas, and lived in virgin jungles of Hawaiian Islands, eating only fruit and wild vegetables. I draw from study in Psychobiology and East/West Psychology, years in a contemplative order, 27 years of teaching and creative explorations. In my extensive art portfolio athttp://www.artwanted.com/Saraphaeleach painting is a blind date with the INFINITE UNKNOWN! I never knows what will happen, but listen to the mood and color of the moment.. You can see examples of interactive memory art, life portraits, and mandalas as well as art videos and experiments with the art of collaboration at the following links:Art Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/VisionsofSaramuseMemory Art: http://tellingyourstory.weebly.com/Art of Collaboration: http://collaboralchemy.weebly.com/

Currently I am dreaming about finding or manifesting a Creative Sanctuary, a retreat center or school, with other artist/healers.

I am deeply devoted to my "W"ork as a priestess of Gaia and of helping others learn about, tend, heal and nurture the earth, our home, so that our great-grandchildren's great-great grandchildren can enjoy clean air, pure water, and rich abundant life connected to the land and ecosystems where we live. Celebrating and honouring our connections with the earth and with each other are central to all I do. Poet, artist, singer and musician, I delight on helping others connect, create and nurture community, and live lives full of joy, gratitude and love. Give thanks to the Mother, Give thanks to the Earth, give thanks to the source of all life.

I am on Facebook and WitchVox.Blessings of Compost and Chlorophyll, Compassion and Community.

BZ Niditch

is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher. B.Z. Niditch's new poetry collections are "Lorca at Sevilla',"Terezin" and "Fugitive Poet". He enjoys playing jazz violin.

currently lives and works in Pennsylvania, USA, where she has lived most of her life. She has painted for years as a freelance studio artist, mural and scenic artist. Her work is colorful, somewhat abstract, and often obsessive. Many of her paintings display elements of an alternate reality in a symbolically charged, constantly morphing scene of activity. Others are more sombre and meditative, and were created with a spiritual inspiration in mind.

This was painted as part of a collaborative mural, to be permanently displayed in the city of Michoacan, Mexico. Each of us painted a butterfly, and each butterfly was attached either to the main wall in town square, or to the adjacent homes and buildings. They are to represent individuals who have traveled throughout Mexico, and the flock of butterflies is the community as a whole.

Born in Croydon, London to Irish parents Jackie Edwards is now based in Rosslare Harbour, Co Wexford, Ireland. She has been painting since childhood and attended Dun Laoghaire School of Art and Design and has held and taken part in thirty exhibitions to date both group and solo.

Although she paints in a wide range of subjects, the main body of her work focuses on figurative and portraiture pieces, often using strong imagery with oil and egg tempera as her main medium.

Her paintings are realistic, they very often tell a story and show the essence of the subject.

The use of oil and egg tempera lends itself to a technique called the "Mische Technique" Egg tempera was the standard medium of European panel painting up to the fifteenth century. The process uses layers of thin oil glazes which transcend light through the opaque crosshatching of the tempera resulting in an illuminating quality to the finished piece. It is a classical method of painting that Jackie continuously strives to improve on.

"Joplin's Rose"Oil/ Egg Tempera on Linen92x59 cm

"Epona and the Dray"Oil/ Egg Tempera on Panel113x64 cm

Leland Auslender

Frozen in timeless beauty, Auslender’s Celestial Images reflect transcendental or “peak” experiences of our oneness with the mystical universe as we open ourselves to receive whatever it might offer…

glimpses of the glittering biodance,visits by the mysterious Muse,the cosmos as a cathedral,fantasies… dreams,ethereal angels,mythical gods,nature spirits,love andbliss.

Auslender’s photographs and films have been critically acclaimed at national and international exhibitions, including numerous one-man shows. His short film, "The Birth of Aphrodite" won the CINE Golden Eagle, the Atlanta International Film Festival Silver Phoenix, and was the official U.S. Entry for experimental films at the Cannes Film Festival.

Gerald Solomon

was born in London and studied English Literature at Cambridge University. After a short spell as sales assistant at a bookshop in London's Charing Cross Road he worked as a producer at the BBC. Subsequently becoming engaged in education, he helped found General Studies courses at Hornsey College of Art, and this led eventually to an enjoyable period teaching poetry courses at Middlesex University. He retired early in order to paint and write. His poems have appeared in numerous magazines in the USA and UK as he prepares his first collection. He is married, with four children, and lives in Manhattan.

"I aim to paint that which gives life meaning. Painting brings into the world that which is imagined. A world unseen. My intention is that as I remain focussed on conscious presence the artwork created carries a vibrational frequency which invokes the same presence. I see this as my life-purpose.

I seek to do this by making perceivable conscious intention in the fabric of my work. A combination of thick textural marks and a descriptive narrative that I use to assist reveal that the Physical world and the Spiritual world meet on the same surface. This surface relates to our sometimes seen and sometimes unseen world. A place where Spirit and Matter meet and dance."

Jhana was born in Sydney, Australia.He lived for six years as a child in a Tibetan boarding school in the Indian Himalayas. His principal at school was the Dalai Lama's sister. These formative years of his life were remarkably influenced by Tibetan spirituality and culture.

Jhana continues to exhibit his works regularly. His works hang in many private collections around the globe. His passion for creativity drives him to share his love for art through workshops and classes and also to speak at public presentations. Jhana has written numerous articles on the nature of Creativity and Healing which have been featured in The Art of Healing Magazine, Byron Bay and The Living Now Magazine, Australia.

Jhana mentors people with a disability where he incorporates Massage, Yoga and Breath exercises within a creative context. He is currently studying Transpersonal Art Therapy in Brisbane Australia and aims to further expand on the depth of what he offers.

received his Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from Edinboro University of Pennsylvania. The many places that have displayed his work include the Bowling Green State University Planitarium, the Fort Wayne Museum of Art and the Center of Science and Industry in Toledo. His works can be found in private collections throughout the United States and in Europe. He was the show coordinator (and participating artist) of the International Surrealist Show 2006 in Spencer, Iowa. He serves as President of the Weston Arts Council.

Craig lives in Northwest Ohio with his wife, Alaire, and his daughter, Briana, where he is in the process of restoring a 100 year old house.Visit Craig's web site atwww.surrealogic.com

Robert David Michael (Cerello)

was born in Glen Cove, Long Island, New York, and presently divides time between San Diego, CA, USA and Europe. He is an Objectivist philosopher and author. He graduated from Sayville High School, Pomona College, Laverne University's Teacher's program and holds an MA from the University of Virginia and an ESL certificate from S.D.S.U. He has written plays, novels, short stories, songs, screenplays, criticism, non-fiction, verse and poetry for forty years. He aspires to be a scientist of the arts and is well-known as a lecturer, actor, singer and teacher.